Before eyes that are blind no more
sight unseen that tears the soul
All we ever loved and known
Into mass graves is what we're shown

We see an ocean once was land
And so [bad word] to understand
This place where man used to be born
Will be man's water throne

All that was magical, beautiful, will be gone
These measures call for divine intervention
All the achievements of man,
one will stand all alone
One that survives the final selection
The sand in the hour glass,
moves so fast, slow the sand
And nothing that mankind has strived for
will be left in ocean land

The rain will fall then
Filling the dried land

Here are we, servants three, flesh and blood
Poor and weak, hear thou speak of the flood

It must be a sign
message from God's hand